A request Part II
We got to the dining room and Daemon sat me down with zero emotions but so subtle that only I noticed. I thanked him with a rather fake smile and he just looked at me like the Daemon of those years. As if he gave a damn about my presence.
I sighed and watched my parents take a seat across from me. I won't deny that I was a little nervous about them wanting to come talk with him. I didn't even know what topic to talk about, but whatever it was, it had me on tenterhooks.
Greta told us what she had prepared for everyone, and my mother, who was a lover of good homemade Italian food, wasted no time in fawning over what had been prepared by Greta, who had become my caretaker here in this immense castle.
“I wish you a good appetite, if you need me, I'll wait in the kitchen.”
